Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Magma to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
The Vogues,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Qualms,
Sparks,
The United States of America,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.